Quotes About Anguish

deep down there is a thing inside me, and sometimes it swells up like the head of a squid and shoots blackness through me.

It hurt my heart with a heaviness as though a damp and dirty dishcloth lay across it.

bodies becoming like prisons with the person stuck inside. Screaming, or not screaming, but staring at you like you should do something.

I could tell you certain things which would convince you, but you would never know a happy day again. You would pass the rest of your life, as I pass mine, a haunted man, a man who has seen hell.

Unhappiness was my god.

Mais, vrai, j'ai trop pleuré ! Les Aubes sont navrantes. Toute lune est atroce et tout soliel amer: L'âcre amour m'a gonflé de torpeurs enivrantes. Ô que ma quille éclate ! Ô que j'aille à la mer!

Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!

A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn't he?

I have withered within me all human hope. With every silent leap of a sullen beast, I have downed and strangled every joy. I have called for executioners; I want to perish chewing on their gun butts. I have called for plagues, to suffocate in sand and blood. Unhappiness has been my god. I have lain down in the mud, and dried myself off in the crime-infested air. I have played the fool to the point of madness.

Engoli uma notável poção de veneno - Três vezes seja bendita esta riquíssima ideia! - As entranhas ardem-me. A violência da peçonha galvaniza-me os membros, desfigura-me, atira-me por terra. Morro de sede, sufoco, não posso gritar. É o inferno, a pena capital. Vede como as chamas cobrem tudo! Ardo bastante bem.

The two foes of human happiness are pain and boredom.

Sometimes life is truly woeful.

Por eso estaba callado y quieto, que era una forma tan buena como otra cualquiera de estar desesperado.

El sufrimiento era atroz con sólo imaginar dispersa mi biblioteca.

Ripped his heart out right before his eyes, eyes over easy

To me, death is dark, pain, grief.

If you really want to kill yourself, you get a gun and blow your head off.

The memory was like a knife cutting into him. Slicing deep into him with hate.

How could he? The

An anguishing book offers anguished people a homeopathy of anguish.

Oh, cruel abandonment! My bones turn to dust beneath the gaze of your ever-mocking smile!

Though cast away am I from the heart of my city, black tears dribble from mine eyes at the sight of the fearful trail blazing towards her gates!

That is probably the most painful part: when you are still tormented by the thought that one last effort of will might improve things.

Alas the day that gave me birth! Worse than my prison is the endless earth, now I am doomed eternally to dwell, not in purgatory, but in hell